This is a probing, inquisitive work of a very high order, although it goes a bit slack in the final third and concludes rather conventionally compared to much that has come before.

What starts out as a reasonably effective ghost story devolves into familiar torture porn in Cassadaga, Anthony DiBlasi’s muddled horror film ineffectively blending two genre styles.

A slight but sweet effort that serves as an excellent showcase for its Mexican star, Jaime Camil. The effortlessly charismatic performer delivers a winning performance in this romantic comedy that somehow manages to work despite its endless contrivances.

Alan Rickman's lead performance highlights a sincere but insubstantial rock pic.

Fredrik Bond makes a promising feature debut with this fanciful crime-drama romance that gratifyingly eschews strict genre classification.

Which Way is the Front Line is more than a chronicle of a life and a brilliant ten-year career cut short at age 40. It’s also a strangely beautiful insight into one man’s distinctive way of looking at and experiencing war.

The older the actors here the better they are, as pros like Paul Giamatti and Damian Lewis have it all over low-voltage young leads Douglas Booth and Hailee Steinfeld. Relativity will be lucky to milk anything more than a moderate take from this pretty but unexciting enactment.

It ultimately devolves into yet another rote horror film that in this case lives up to its name by also being seriously underlit.

There certainly are moving moments in this inspiring if necessarily somewhat morbid travelogue... but they’re buried in the sloppiness and self-indulgence that too often marks this vanity project.

The gorgeous physicality is more impressive than the sketchy storyline of this dance-centric drama.

Addressing the heartrending issue of children living with HIV and AIDS is enormously complex, but Blood Brother accomplishes the challenge with sufficient grace and empathy to give hope to anyone concerned with this global affliction.

Juliette Binoche’s portrayal of the ill-fated artist is a study of restraint peppered with brief outbursts of emotion -- a riveting performance in an imposing, at times off-putting micro-biopic.

A thrill-stuffed sports doc whose daredevil subject will quickly endear himself even to viewers who've never heard his name.

Williams is to be commended not only for his filmmaking skill, but also for pulling back the curtain on a most disturbing situation.

Honest and well made but lacking a strong hook.

The doc could benefit from more information about what led up to that day.

More scares are induced by the creepy soundtrack composed by Slash and Nicholas O'Toole than by the perfunctory special effects.

Although laughs do come... the film is happy to observe wryly as boredom and failure threaten to overwhelm the men.

The Dirties is as provocative as it is sloppily messy in its themes.

The cinematic axiom of diminishing returns appears to be catching up with Robert Rodriguez’s Machete franchise in only the second installment, as the series’ engagingly lowbrow concept gets overwhelmed by episodic plotting and uninspired, rote performances.

Hubbell lays the groundwork for a nuts-and-bolts examination of changes over the decades in treatment and teaching techniques. In the present tense, however, the first-person aspect of his documentary can veer toward the cutesy.

The fight sequences are staged with admirable proficiency despite the often cheesy special effects.

The film’s reluctance to fully explore its provocative moral conflict renders it terminally bland.

An appealing documentary about one of the American West’s unique cowboy conservationists.

A film that lingers in the memory in spite of being rather irritating to watch.

A deliberately distanced but often harrowing vision of a living hell.

The level of socially accepted discrimination exposed here provokes both heartbreak and anger.

It offers scant insight to go along with its simplistic homilies about the power of faith and the reassuring presence of God.